I've continued my least-beloved Works project of all this week, with another episode looking at Sega's Game Gear. Now with 100% more bizarrely mis-marketed Wonder Boy games!
The replies to this episode are making me feel a lot better about myself for not realizing the secret truth of Revenge of Drancon's actual identity until recently. Clearly I am not alone.
Man, people REALLY don't want to hear about Game Gear, huh
Honestly, if you had told me six months ago that some of my most popular content in 2020 would be Atari 7800 and Lynx, while Sega Game Gear would consistently tank the stats, I’d have said you were suffering lockdown madness
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I want the shocking reveal for this system to be that the “vent” is just a cover that detaches to reveal a working oscilloscope that runs the original program code for Tennis For Two, and also tracks Saddam's PS2-powered missiles
Got my flu shot this morning, which means being effectively dead for the next 48 hours in return for not being actually dead this winter. See you all once they roll the stone away from my tomb in a few days
Each year, I envy Cat, whose reaction to the flu shot is that her skin is slightly tender around the injection point for a bit. Meanwhile, I'll be laid out, exhausted, with a temperature, for the rest of the week, contemplating the prospect of ripping off the arm they stuck me in
In happier news, the doctor told me this morning that near-daily aerobic exercise has caused my resting heart rate (bpm) to drop from 60 to 50 over the past few years, meaning my body has officially made the transition from NTSC to PAL
This year, my thoughts have been turning back a lot to the one police encounter I had in college. It was basically nothing, and I’d almost forgotten about it... which is precisely why I keep picking at the memory. It was nothing because I happened to be a white kid.
One night I was driving home on a completely empty avenue through a pretty beaten-down part of the city. Suddenly a cop appeared several blocks back, turned on his lights, and came tearing up to pull behind me.
I stopped and let him step up to my window, and he seemed a little taken aback to see me once he looked into the car. He asked me a couple of questions, chided me for changing lanes in the middle of an intersection, and let me go without even a written warning.
I stumbled across a cache of files from 2009 today, which I assumed had been deleted: Sketches for my abortive pre-Video Works project, which was going to be a series of illustrated A-Z blog-format reviews of NES games, featuring site mascots ToastyFrog and Yukiko. Here's 1943.
Soon after I began developing this, I stumbled across Chrontendo and realized video was a much better format for this sort of thing. Of course, I had no video skills whatsoever, so I abandoned the project altogether.
3D Adventures of WorldRunner:
I also realized that I didn't really have the time (and honestly the skill) to make these drawings anything better than sloppy sketches. Also, the site mascot thing was kind of a relic of a bygone era. I cut my losses.
Here's Castlevania ripoff 8 Eyes (or 8 Eye's, I guess):